It is about 1030 PM, and I can’t sleep. Partly due to insomnia, but mostly due to the fact IT IS SO DAMN COLD. Yes, I am a baby.

It is only Tuesday, but I want the rest of my week off. I think my friend, Lucy had it right.

L: “How do I find a job that makes me financially secure, but gives me enough free time? I want a month off, not two weeks please.”

*nods*

I get it. Oil is not cheap. Since oil is not cheap, the thermostat here is set at 20.0 C. To me, that’s still damn cold. I am from California, my room was always right around 24. Sometimes, that was cold.  Yes, I know I’m a pansy.

Thankfully, I am wearing 3 shirts, a hoodie, thigh highs under my pajamas, and those fuzzy socks over my thigh highs. I am so glad no one can see me.

I’m having my quarter life crisis all over again, and I keep thinking about ‘what I should be doing’ vs ‘what I want to be doing.’ It gives me migraines, guilt, and other joy.

Tomorrow, I will ride the subway. It will be freezing balls for ten minutes on my walk down, but inside the smell of body odor and kimchi will keep me warm and awake.

If all else fails, I can start counting how many people I see listening to Big Bang on their phones/mp3 players/new gadget installed in their brain.

Time to sleep. Ta ta.